I had one of those put-upon dreams last night, where people who were supposed to like me didn’t. I woke up in the middle of the night with grievances, and it took some effort to go back to sleep.
This morning I woke up with all the nasty fog in my frontal lobes…the poor-poor-pitiful-me chemicals.
When I joined Kent downstairs, I decided not to check my email immediately; instead, I would drink my coffee and do a little spiritual fancy dancing.
He asked if I had checked my email before going to bed last night. Though it had taken some effort, I had not. “Good for you,” said the man who has bumped my free cell standing from under game 600 to game 2,205.
He’s making fun of my email addiction AGAIN, cried out Evil-Thought Camellia from the fog. “You use my computer more than I do,” I said. You could have called my voice tone peevish. So much for fancy dancing.
“Why are you being so sensitive?” he asked. “Why are you being so mean?”
Me? He’s always the one who has something to say about me and email and addiction. Isn’t he being the mean one?
“I just wanted to know if Susie had answered you.” He and I had been discussing Susie and some unpleasantness she was experiencing. We had sent her some spunky, center-yourself, chuck-up-your-chin advice. "When I tease you about your email, I'm only joking."
Some joke.
But wait. I do think I have an email addiction. I’m beat up on myself about it. So for my spunky, center-yourself, chuck-up-your-chin advice: You can only hear him being the mean voice if you’ve already thought it yourself.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Halleluiah! Amen to that sister! And boy do I hear ya! I've been doing the find-my-own-addiction search here lately, as you know, and it includes many such moments. Why oh why won't the three finger rule just not apply for just one day???? Typing that "out loud" made me think of one of my favorite books as a child, called "Four Puppies." In it the four puppies are born in the spring and enjoy each season to the point of busting at the seams, only to become pitifully morose when the season starts to fade into the next one...until they find that the next one is EVEN BETTER! And then of course, they find out that they continue to enjoy them over and over again. They even seem to let go of being puppies and enjoy them as dogs.
I still want to be a puppy in springtime apparently! :)
Love ya!
Nicole
Some time management expert suggests weaning yourself, like by checking email only twice an hour, then once a hour, then...
Actually once an hour is probably as much as I could handle. Email rocks!
Post a Comment